it is accomplished

I've written my walk postmortem—a labor of love. There are links to YouTube Short videos of me speaking in English, French, and bad Korean (that video seems a little cut off for some reason, but all the content is there). The French video is addressed to my French family; the Korean video is addressed to my #3 Ajumma.

Excerpt from the post:

That is, arguably, one of the most charming and seductive aspects of these sorts of long walks: life simplifies and focuses itself. Every day, your only goal is to go from A to B. A side goal, I guess, is to keep yourself alive through nourishment. I admit I'm less wise about that, given my tendency to go off the chain and gobble garbage, but my point is that long walks have an inherent simplicity and purity about them that feels cleansing, whether or not you've got an injured toe. These sorts of walks will teach you something about your own character—whether you have the foresight to prepare well for your journey, the mettle to stay the course, and the fortitude to see your mission through to the end. So yes, there's a feeling of satisfaction, closure, and accomplishment that comes from doing such walks: I did that. It's a bit ego-filled, but allow yourself that one, small indulgence. Once your walk is done, no one can take that from you. It's become a part of your history, whether anyone else knows about it or not. But my larger point, if I may come back to it, is about the purifying simplicity of this activity: the walk is both a metaphor and a reality—a journey about life's journey.